Lambie waiting to be cleaned. She smells like basement. I thought I lost her in the move, but The Husband found her for me the other day. This was the first stuffed animal I owned, from my dad.
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How did Lambie turn out? She looks rough.
she's still sitting on top of my dryer, shhh. She stinks. She has a music box in her so I don't know how to best wash and not destroy her!
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